100 Useless Facts about me

Monday, January 21, 2013

I’m staying home next weekend

You know how things happen in 3s? Well the way things
are going next weekend is going to be nr 3 and I would much rather avoid it.

Nr.
1 > Flat tire

Last Saturday afternoon (as in not this past weekend
but the weekend before that) after picking Tiger up from a birthday party I got
a flat tire on the way home along a backwards farm road.No problem I though, I know how to change a
tire.

Only the rental car that I’m driving at the moment had
no spare tire only one of these run-flat kits.

After a while I figured out how to work it and despite
messing quite a bit of the liquid I managed to inflate the tire to the
recommended level.

A farmer who lived nearby came to see if I needed help
and also offered that I use is phone when I discovered that I had left mine at
home.

Luckily Tiger & I managed to get going before it
was pitch black and snowing. Unfortunately, we were home too late to get Cat to
swimming.

I don’t know what your husbands are like but mine was
really annoyed with me. He claims that it is because I drive like a typical
woman that this happened. Cause he’s never had a flat tire. (Yeah I can distinctly
remember him getting one about 2 years ago). On the other hand, this was my third flat tire
in 2 years.

Nr.
2 > Towed

On Saturday I drove through to Mechelen (about 50km /
31 miles) away to help my friend Noreen pick new frames for her glasses. I find it hard to decide what looks good on me
when I change my frames, so when she asked me if I would come help her I was
only too happy to oblige.

So, after the trip to the optometrist we went and had
some coffee etc. I couldn’t stay too long since I had to be back home to get
Cat off to swimming on time. So at just after 4 we said our goodbyes.

Okay, now let me first back track. I don’t know
Mechelen at all. But Himself had suggested that I just find parking on the
street i/o using the underground parking which would cost an arm & a leg.

Right, so when I got there I was thrilled to find parking
not too far from the city centre. FFW to when I wanted to leave … the car is
not there. Another car is parked where I was parked.

WTF!!!! Now I’m panicking, did someone steal it? Surely
no-one would have stolen it! (I did have an antique Singer sewing machine in
the back) but still….

I call Noreen. She comes up to meet me. I go into to
store across from where I was parked and ask if they saw anything. Yes, as a
matter of fact they did. The police towed me away.

So we go outside and low and behold there is one of
those temporary no parking sign
boards two parking spots away. Not very
clear!!!!

Luckily Noreen knows Mechelen quite well so she was
able to take me to the police who told us where we could find the car.

Now, in the mean time the man has been calling me to hear
where I am.Before I knew the car had
been towed I told him I was just getting to the car (which I thought was true
but then the car was not where I left it). And since he totally over-reacted about the
flat tire I just stuck to my story that traffic was bad (there was an accident
on the way back) I just neglected to tell him about being towed away.

Also, the man’s blood pressure is way too high, so I
need to do what I can to keep it down. One day I’ll be able to tell him and he’ll
see the funny side of things.

In the mean time, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that
he doesn’t act totally out of character and get the mail out of the mailbox …
and find the bill for the towing service! Cause then the cat will be out the
bag in a major way, plus I might be dead.

Nr.
3 > I
really hope nothing happens!

However, my plan to stay at home all weekend is not
going to work. Noreen just reminded me that we have tickets to go watch a
Pantomime in Antwerp
on Sunday. I’m so going to park under
ground!

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Who am I?

I am another working mom who is trying to do it all without having to do too much cleaning but who still dreams of living in a house fit for a magazine. All of this while trying to stay sane which can be hard when you’re not a dog person but somehow ended up having 3 dogs and a son who tells you that he loves the dogs more than what he loves you.. But I’ll tell you I'm dreaming of becoming a lady of leisure who will have time to cook healthy meals (which my family will eat), do some DIY, travel and read ... can you blame me? - Go on admit it you would like to be one too!